"She is crying." Aditiya looked at his father as he whispered.
His wife was crying and here he was standing clueless.
True its been only 1 month of their marriage.
True he didn't care about his step mother. For God sake, he had barely shared two words with her. Staying with his mom made it a lot easier to avoid them.
But he did care about his sister. She was searching for this woman whom she considered her mom and he couldn't send her in. Her mood would be ruined.
"Go comfort her." He muttered loud enough for his father to pass him a wide eyed look.
"Start with hugs." He shrugged.
"With what?" He winched as his father's loud whisper.
"Hug. Wrapping around your arm about the person."
"Ha ha very funny. But I am not hugging her." If Aditiya knew any better he would think his father was blushing.
"Do you want Ruhi to see her like this?" He questioned smirking softly as his father stood up and entered the room.
*****
". . . Shh. Its okay baba." Raman caressed Ishita's white hairs softly, as she cried on the loss of their yet another Goldfish.
"Aww." He smiled softly before Aaliya added "Papa is so cute. You never hug me like that."
"I taught him how to hug Maa." Aditya stated pointing his index finger to himself to prove his point further.
"As if. Papa is natural. You on the other hand. . . ." Aditya followed his wife around trying to contradict her.
Many things changed over the years but the comfort Ishita received through those hugs were same.
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I really really need to write some fun ones. If anyone has any idea please, please share them.
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~Gia
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Fanfiction"Collect Moments not Things" ~Unknown Just some Ishra(Ishita + Raman) moments. But yeah you can totally read this even if you do not know who or what ISHRA is. Want to read finished stories? Do not want...
